When you suffer grief as deep and wide as the loss of your very loved and wanted baby, life can feel so unsafe. When my own daughter was stillborn at 22 weeks and five days, I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to be okay again. It was all too heavy—the weight of my empty arms, the ache in my heart. Nothing felt secure. Everything seemed as if it were sand that could slip through the fingers of my clenched fists. My prayers were often, “Lord, I don’t know how to go on. I need you. Help me.” Did you have simple prayers like this, too?   This kind of prayer reminds me of King Jehoshaphat from the Old Testament story found in 2 Chronicles ...